I tied together

我将一些细芦管

a few slender reeds, cut

绑在一起，刻上

notches to breathe across and made

气孔，吹奏出一种音乐

such music you stood

使你呆立

shock still and then

如受电击，然后

followed as I wandered growing

跟随着，当我漫步，一点点

moment by moment

长出

slant-eyes and shaggy, my feet

斜眼睛和粗糙的毛发，我的脚

slamming over the rocks, growing

踏着岩石，长出

hard as horn, and there

坚硬的羊角，而你

you were behind me, drowning

跟在后面，沉溺在

in the music, letting

音乐中，取下

the silver clasps out of your hair,

头上的银发夹

hurrying, taking off

匆匆地，脱掉

your clothes.

衣服。

I can"t remember

我不记得

where this happened but I think

这发生在哪里，但是我想

it was late summer when everything

它是夏末，万物

is full of fire and rounding to fruition

充满火焰，孕育着果实

and whatever doesn"t,

不做其他事，

or resists,

也不抵抗，

must lie like a field of dark water under

只是躺着，像一片黑暗的水域

the pulling moon,

在月亮的引力下，

tossing and tossing.

颠簸不休。

In the brutal elegance of cities

在城市野蛮的优雅中

I have walked down

我曾散步

the halls of hotels

在旅店大厅

and heard this music behind

并听见这种音乐，在

shut doors.

闭紧的门后。

Do you think the heart

你以为心灵

is accountable? Do you think the body

可以被解释吗？你以为身体

any more than a branch

是皂荚树的

of the honey locust tree,

一根枝条，

hunting water,

追逐水，

hunching toward the sun,

对着太阳隆起，

shivering, when it feels

颤抖着，当它感到

that good, into

善，进入了

white blossoms?

白色的花中？

Or do you think there is a kind

或者你以为有一种

of music, a certain strand

音乐，一种特定的旋律

that lights up the otherwise

点亮身体

blunt wilderness of the body -

迟钝的荒原——

a furious

一种兴奋

and unaccountable selectivity?

而难以解释的选择？

Ah well, anyway, whether or not

哈，好吧，总之，无论是不是

it was late summer, or even

夏末，或是不是

in our part of the world, it is all

发生在我们身上，它只是

only a dream, I did not

一场梦，我没有

turn into the lithe goat god. Nor did you come running

变成柔软的山羊神。你也没有像那样

like that.

奔跑着到来。

Did you?

你说呢？